My husband's poetry

Category: work

  • Retired marriage counselor

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    cfblack
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    Sitting on your couch Watching reruns on TV You grew tired of trying to return Lonely socks to their mate Told them all to leave Bought a dozen pairs All the same – one size fits all Dumped them in your sock drawer Said, “Choose your own mate. It’s none of my business” 6-25-22

  • Labor Day

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    cfblack
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    Small limb dressed in blue-green lichen, light as balsa wood, falls at my feet, all used up, breaks into three pieces, fit for the fire. I finish my coffee, rise from my chair, go inside change my clothes, and face the day. 9-2-24